King of the Dot - Charron vs Bonnie Godiva lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] You know what rhymes with "World Domination 6"? (What?) "Bonnie is a c*nt" I'm here to shut you up cause you've been talking too much You said you deserve a title, that's a lie You had potential, but against Uno we saw you crash and die A few years later, you and Realiztic have a cla**ic tie I haven't seen a Bonnie take this long to deliver since Family Guy Online you always find a way to complain, how are you one track minded when everyday you get trained? You think you're worthy of a title? b**h stay in your lane Just cause your league's run by Debo don't mean you're taking a chain Some say that I've changed, I don't know how to word it Like, "Why you talking 'bout money? How much doe are you earning?" Like, "Why'd you change your image? We like Charron as a virgin." Like, "Why are you wearing a chain?" Cause I feel like I'm the Rone who deserves it Listen Bon' Bon' The Don, you're not up for contention I'm Trumping this b**h like your upcoming election Oh you have the GoldenEye? I guess all this love and attention has Bon' (Bond) big headed like cheat codes in 007 They put a scumbag vers' a cum rag You got flips for that? There's a tat or you tit but we ain't going tit for tat Your sh** is wack I'd rather listen to three hours of Nickelback When you're done stripping the homies ask for their nickel back I'll be disrespectful til I finish her I don't know why women go to Toronto I think they should all stay in Kitchener You want some fame, I'll give you some You keep whining and whining, this chick is dumb Hoffa tried to sue the league from what Diz' had done You're such a b**h that Math f**ed you and turned into one Let's see, Math done f**ed her She s**ed off John John and his band of brothers Only time you couldn't handle a Nut was at the bunker I bodied Shine, you can't match my number I'm in a Golden State, feeling like Kevin Durant this summer They saw me 3-0 K, see how I just snatched your thunder? Flatline, make your family suffer Til you lose your Pulse like Orlando clubbers People like you for your looks, you don't have any sk** I'm battling this b**h cause I'm running out of Smack rappers to k** I said, it's the Snack k**er, you ain't gripping any lead If you're strapped with a Magnum it's so your chlamydia don't spread And let's see your freestyles, you don't deserve this fame You let the Love get to your head like Kurt Cobain You're hair is purple, tell Rone I deserve the chain When I scalp this b**h I'll see a dead Prince (prints) that's Purple Rain Let's go! [Round 1: Bonnie Godiva] Y'all really like that "one track line" he just spit? Y'all really like all that stale joking? It's funny you said I'm one track minded but you the one underground get railroaded But before I get to these bars, let me tell you why it's in your DNA to never Shine See I knew you was gonna get up here and try to distract them from the fact that YOU p**y, by mentioning mine in every line Then you bring out a whole bunch of Math jokes like they ain't heard that angle eleven times Okay but trying to discredit mine I'll put a round in your head you can't memorize I got better lines, a groom with the ratchet like Federline While you say sh** like, "I will not stop like Boston like Boston backwards" [Charron] Wack bar [Bonnie Godiva] Right When I heard that sh** I had to press rewind Stop, pause and listen again like, "Is this motherf**er retarded? Oh wait, he actually is so never mind." But outta all the battles you could've picked why was I mentioned? Am I a reflection of every female in your life of rejection? And you're f**ing autistic so your freestyling is really not that impressive But trying to buy a title contention? That's like Trump winning without an election The rumors out You had dreams of the chain let me shoot it down Pat Stay didn't Compliment you and Shine sent you back to the Proving Ground You couldn't box with the king so step to a queen to get to the crown? That's why you'll never be Royal Bailey cause he'd rather Earl than duke it out Skip the weak threats you can't beat vets getting G checked Before a real 12K I'll bring a real .38 and a .45; Danny Myers and T-Rex That mean he want the static, hood break up I'll dump the ratchet And if the Clips started shooting in June it won't drop til September that's Summer Madness We can flip caps, but as for addressing him this a mismatch It's ironic cause I'm the b**h and I don't even get b**h slapped But if you were even a pinch black, got pimped slapped and they hit back You wouldn't even be in rap Instead he the first white boy that got King Of The Dot, got Shine and proved that he could get Smacked Here's a tip, next time you hear "fight back" Throw a f**ing punch you f**ing smuck I wish I could uppercut your mother's c*nt For even breeding this b**h What he weigh? Like 115 with a drip? Don't swing when he hit and rap moving his fingers like he having seizures and sh** You never seen with a b**h stay untouched like Jesus's dick But as far as King nobody Deems you would spit I only came here to show Carter I'll bury you cats in cemeteries I'm Stephen King in this b**h It's Bonnie Godiva, body like a body of water, I could body a diver When I'm lighting your spot up what's in the Chamber is a Secret like the goblet of fire You could come here more than a thousand behind ya You're still leaving here without a survivor I'll catch him out while he riding and Lyft at his Uber so he dive with the driver You dumb dummy I brought a clip full of gummies that's chum chummy I'll Peg your mother and meet you there with a pump like Bud Bundy You'll never wild out with a Cannon, as far as Nikki's a** that Young Money That's why your girl let him skeet her out while you crushing on Patty you Doug Funny But it's not funny Cause Pat Stay gave him his muscle milk and told him it's vitamins Then Rone stole your entitlement and put you on a high road to retirement You say you live with the toaster but never cook that's broken appliances So if C (sea) monster I'll dive in the ocean of fire and go toe to toe with Leviathan You a touch off kid and my pen colder than [?] god damn it I'm loose I'm from an island where my nan tuck it (Nantucket) and hand me the Juice So if I jack it (jacket) and leave him in stitches that's how you stuff a Canada Goose But you are softer than cheap sandals with nothing but Meek habits Your mixtape is 50 Cent I use that as a weed pallet Even freestyling you had the voice of a weak f*ggot Maybe you should name every song "The How Much More Can I s** On A Beat Challenge" Get the f** outta here [Round 2: Charron] Yo, did you hear that set up? She said, "God damn it I'm loose" That's the first time you've been rapping the truth And why did you bring up Donald Trump? You're more like Hillary Which is pretty ironic cause you won't even put up a Bill with me Which is real crazy cause she doing freestyles and it ain't great flowing Why the f** did you freestyle and say that I was railroaded? Cause real talk you getting embarra**ed for nothing With railroad I'm sharing you something They shouldn't even put this b**h on the bill that's Harriet Tubman Yo 'Ganik, wanna know what Bonnie's p**y smells like? {Charron puts his fingers up to Organik's nose} I know, it's pretty gross, right? f** you and your floppy vagina That sh** stank so much they call her "Bonnie Spadina" When I battle I have to change my persona To get into character there ain't a day I've been sober I keep pacing and pacing I can't wait til it's over The same method acting that k**ed Ledger when he was playing The Joker Now I'm scheming for money, feel like Adrien Broner When I break out the pen it's off the wall, think Andy Dufresne with a poster Your p**y stinks of this odor If you don't wrap it up when you bang her it's over You'll get a dishonorable discharge like bad behavior from soldiers You wanna shoot gats? Being a hustler helps You wanna bang ratchets? Then go f** yourself I asked for the dude with the Spawn tat', this is who they gave me? I should be battling Day', you should be battling day three To all my battle rap brothers that know me best I feel like me and Bonnie might still have s** Why? I made that b**h famous God damn, Ground Zero playlist You're a bucket You don't get hit up for nice trips Guys text you when they've been rejected from five chicks You might as well be a Siamese twin cause you'll always be a side b**h Bonnie bag! It's a Bonnie bag! Who thought her angle vers' Uno was great? You set your gender back when you falsely accused him of rape Dressing up as a judge, think you got support? Bigg K, that's some sh**ty material you brought to court/Cort' I got my props, you s**ing co*k for yours Your whole bio' dome (BioDome) that's Pauly Shore You were liked once a pond before You make moves off your chess (chest), this king's across the board They know I/eye won/one cause I Trap Queen(s), you'll get Fetty Wap'd some more This a man's league, you lost to Gattas, Jaz, what they brought you for? You get ran through by b**hes, that's a doggy door World Domination, it's where this broad gets torn You ain't sh**, wanna change b**h, I dominate tricks (dominatrix) like bondage p**n Head I.C.E. deserves the chain and it ruffles your feathers You want special attention just because of your gender? You think posting nudes makes you someone that's better? You put the "tit" into "title" and the "c*nt" into "contender" Fans say my rhymes are hot, they're calling you a "hottie"; queen car I'm working a broad (abroad) and they can't stop me This a 3-0 they gon' blog about it Bonnie You're a bu*ter face so don't be surprised when they talk about this body Let's get it [Round 2: Bonnie] That dominatrix line was better when I said it to Gattas I don't believe none of the stories you making up You playing tough but two battles ago, didn't a kid size hand have shaken up? Well listen p**y, I'll crack your egg over beef like you making brunch The only difference between you and me? Is only one of us b**hes could take a punch I mean, what type of man gets hit in the face and then raps Now everything that come out your mouth p**y, you should walk around with a chin strap Cause your frees' are garbage, you a minor threat, leaguer problem Straight p**y with heavy flow and a nice pad, that's prolly why he bleeds so often I was hella nice right cause I had a period bar and I didn't even have to say "period" Just like when I say that he's "bi" y'all think "polar" but I actually meant "curious" He's a little debatable Now he's fishing for lines with a real catcher But all you do is take L's to the face, your whole life has been nothing but peer pressure Like when Suge raped your jeans, tsst, all the feminists rallied together We're like, "Yo, gotta do something We gotta call Special Victims, speak to Stabler, I mean we gotta defend her." It's No Shame, like we respect queen men But kingpin? You're just not a contender Instead of trying to secure Pen you should be looking for a pocket protector How you supposed to get props for how you looked against Shotgun When you lost to a midget with 100 Bulletz and a prop gun? You losing scrap You picked the right one, thinking you a match You just saw a rack and fell for the bait, that's a b**by trap But come at a fox, you'll get the bu*t of a 50 just ask Curtis Or leave with the point stuck in his head he's a fast learner Slip up, you'll get the tray/trey over top like a bad server I'll get him fried til he shake on the side and tell his doctor I'm feeding his a** burgers (Aspergers) If you piss me off, this will single handedly turn into a mirror match Cause that be the moment that the Smack k**er get met with a k**er smack You should've googled me b**h Cause I started from scratch like a grew from an itch And maneuvered these hits before Drake saw my View From The Six So f** a ghost writer, I break the heat over heads like a blow dryer My resume, down and dirty From 15 they said I was a cold minor (coal miner) But you Superbad? Please Fogell Don't get yourself owned (cell phone) like T-Mobile I see h*mo and cheap logos I block every swing slow mo He thought he'd Bloom in the ring so I brought in the bag and sent him to meet Frodo Now colorful flow, what do ya know? He bleeds opal Let's think about this like, who would even give a f** if you crashed tonight? You live a ba*tard life, you Casper white and don't know any b**hes past a five I mean, it's not like you even have a past, a wife, a pastor like relatives that would be sad at night You don't even have kids to stay awake and wish you back alive So right about now, everyone wished it was you instead of PH and Cadalack that died! [Round 3: Charron] You know what rhymes with "Canadian savage"? (What?) "Make me a sandwich" You post thirsty pics and fans are praising you There's a reason you've been cheated on by every guy that's dated you I think you're pretty, I've actually rated you But when I said you're a nine, it's on a scale of how much your father is ashamed of you It's the King Of The Dot vers' the Queen Of The Thots Math hit it then John John remixed your box You went from Innuendo, now YTG is your alliance? You lead on rappers and get bars from the people you rhyme with You slept your way to middle tier You know how many seeds have been inside this? Your p**y is like Limewire, it leeches off others for content and leaves 'em with a virus When the judges talk about your rounds, they won't say they're super wack They'll just say they weren't as hot as my verse/Myverse, but you're used to that Your vagina looks like the bulldog on an Exco hoodie Not even Carter Deems would love that p**y You're always complaining on the message board Like, "Why weren't women in the battle rap movie? They should respect us more." First of all you're not a woman, you're an attention who*e But don't worry, one day you'll be mad famous When there's a battle rap book, you'll be all over the back pages Yo, you want equal pay, but we have to buy you your lunch? We pay more for car insurance and you're worse drivers than us? We took out "all thy son's command" cause y'all were whining so much? Change the national anthem even though you weren't at war dying with us? Caitlyn Jenner won woman of the year I ain't saying one of us feeble I got love for your people That means men are better at being women so how the f** are we equal? But I'm teaching equality to the rest of the circle Cause you're getting worked and I'm cooking, this is gender reversal We were supposed to bet a thousand, you took that sh** back I guess Instagram is the only time you'll put up a rack 'Ganik knows you're shady, he was hit a charge You ordered room service for seven people and put that sh** on his card Instead of taking photos with your man, you take pics of his car Your slogan in battle rap should be "tits over bars" Because of your image people think you're a star But I'm Shallow Hal I can see you for the b**h that you are! I wanted to do a bet, this is 30 dollars we can show the difference Don't lie about the bet, you didn't show the digits Right now, you knowing right now you too broke to flip this Here's 30, I just dropped a 30 on her, it's money over b**hes Let's go! [Round 3: Bonnie Godiva] You talking 'bout, we supposed to make bets but You told me we were betting for 30K And then YOU turned it to a thousand Soooo, how the f**, I think talk is cheap so let's see you put your money where your mouth is! But vers' K-Shine cause you talk about beating him with this corny sh** Vers' K-Shine you said, "I ain't with hands up don't shoot, I'm guns up shoot back." Were you being honest with that? So when you got smacked, why you ain't put your hands up or cop you a strap? Stop it Charron, you're f**ing Canadian The closest you've gotten to gats has already gotten you slapped So why would you want to k** an American cop? Listen, just cause you rap, does not mean you're black I already know what your life like wigger, and it's pitiful The town imbecile who thinks that he's dope cause he's "lyrical" Well lets set facts right You gifted like wrap tight but ain't rap tight And save all the blogs cause even with tools you was never the caps type You just made a career move backwards like you jack Mike in his past life But you are the Michael Jackson of battle rap Cause using that black card is what got you Smack White That was all fate, but next time I hope they make every bone in your jaw break I hope they see your face and go straight for the punch like a prom date Speaking of last battles, you went from a b**h with a hammer to a b**h who got hammered in Cort's/courts case So pardon my stepping cause for this Redemption you getting sure shanked (Shawshank'd) I feel like he only rap filler cause he don't know how to act realer Like with Smack he a crack dealer but back here he Mac Miller I see your deal, and prep for this body like FEMA drills So if I see him riding with bricks, comedy skit, I take his key and peel (Key & Peele) Keep it real You don't like, white, yellow or brown women But he wanna be black so bad, meet the first autistic to ever suffer from Wanna Be Down Syndrome You so bland and basic you even made Rone look like Channing Tatum It's kind of funny you share a name with a n***a that made you nameless (Knamelis) You couldn't handle that relation and didn't realize the damage you was facing Now that arm that you gave him is prosthetic I bet it hurts to shake the hand of your replacement Okay, they ain't get it You don't like flip names and it Rone fault If you don't like name flips it's your own (Charron) fault You, are a f**ing registered clown with a forgettable style Text light as your s** life, you never have any memorable rounds Like, what happened with you and Tarsi? I heard she got with a brother And you ain't look so manly after Well now when it comes to Laura, let's just say a black Family Matters And for a sip of some brandy we let her handy And the way her brains took care of the house I see why she's the head of the family What girl do you think is gonna open up to you? When you act like a ho when they punking you? Like, when you ever heard a girl say like "Yo, you see him right there? With the red face and the small print. Totally f**ing him." No, nobody says that The same b**hes that you took out for lunch wouldn't even f** you when drunk And lying 'bout it, stop crying 'bout it and do some push ups for once Nobody cares about your punchlines, if you can't throw an actual punch I mean, I'm just trying to help you, I even brought you a girl.... Psych, I don't give p**y to punks But what I will do is literally pay by the hour just to see you bathe in some flowers You came here smelling like bacon and chowder Filleted pickled flounder and a faint stench of coward How dare he use Jew jokes like cooking a body ever gave him some power It's funny how you ate off (Adolf) Hitler, but gas yourself out of taking a shower Let me get this right, you got all these haymakers but you can't throw a goddamn punch You caught all these clean bodies but you can't use a washrag once? You corny Charron But I guess cause he paid we supposed to impressed Okay, well you're a p**y that wouldn't matter if you had a million or in debt But you wanna make a BIG bet? Let's see who will make you they b**h next Cause you been dating Laura for seven years and still ain't get kissed yet Arsonal grabbed your flag on stage and kicked your dumb a** out of that Crip set Even Pat Stay made him skip a round to keep that gold chain off of his b**h neck And Shine left your chin stretched And you got 3-0'd by that spic 'Tez? Like yo, are you a man or not? f** a pocket tap this is a dick check!